centennial

change

(like waves of the sea)

still

(at the sight of you)

waits

(holding in the the desert)

in

(darkness, the tundra)

the motion

(winter air fills my lungs)

though

(the forest is deep)

my soul knows

(the city is no place for a wanderer)

we are

(still)

free.

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